She's standing in the middle of the ballroom, looking around at the oodles -- no, swathes of broken clockwork figures that litter most of the floor.
She turns to face Bruce and X, dislodging a clockwork wheel that had come to rest against her skirt and now goes rolling across the ballroom.
Well.
She may have just come out from under a spell, she may be in the middle of a magical ballroom full of dismembered clockwork people, and she may be in her nightdress, but Amy is still the Queen of Ambergeldar.
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Amy is definitely not dancing.
She's standing in the middle of the ballroom, looking around at the oodles -- no, swathes of broken clockwork figures that litter most of the floor.
She turns to face Bruce and X, dislodging a clockwork wheel that had come to rest against her skirt and now goes rolling across the ballroom.
Well.
She may have just come out from under a spell, she may be in the middle of a magical ballroom full of dismembered clockwork people, and she may be in her nightdress, but Amy is still the Queen of Ambergeldar.
"X. Bruce.
"I gather the day is ours?"